Although it is certain that the rumors are related to Wang Yuemei, that is a later story, and the immediate problem must be solved first.

Yan Fangxiang hurriedly explained to Zhang Hongying: "Mother, haven't you seen what kind of virtue Zhu Guangwen has grown? And Junlang doesn't scrape at all...... I was indeed rescued, but Engong is by no means Zhu Guangwen. You think, I ran away with a sack burned, and my clothes were burned, so I can't wear dirty clothes to see people, right? ”

Zhang Hongying instantly panicked: "What are you talking about?" Eun Gong is a man? Pretty handsome? Did you see you wearing dirty clothes? ”

Well, my mother is really a mother, and I am very good at grasping the key points.

Yan Fangxiang thought that her mother would ask her about the details of being rescued, but as a result, Zhang Hongying inquired about Engong's situation: "Tell my mother quickly, what is Engong's name?" Where do you live? How old is it? What do you do for a living? Are there any marriages? How many brothers and sisters? Is Mom and Dad alive? How much dowry can be paid......"

Yan Fangxiang: "......"

Yan Fangxiang hurriedly waved her hand: "Mother, you hurry up and stop." I didn't think about making a promise to me, and Engong didn't want to marry me. We've both discussed it, and neither of us will admit it. ”

Zhang Hongying waved her hand angrily and patted Yan Fangxiang on the back twice: "You Hu Nizi, didn't this happen if you didn't admit it?" Tell my mother, what is the name of Engong? Where do you live? How old is it? How do you make a living......

Not again......

Zhang Hongying once again exerted her strength when she said goodbye to Yan Fangxiang, interrogating her daughter without interrogation, and not letting her daughter sleep if she didn't ask.

Yan Fangxiang couldn't bear it anymore, and decided to raise her hand to surrender: "Mother, I'll be honest, please let me sleep...... That person is Yang Shizi, Yang Qicheng, nicknamed Yang Da Yanzi......"

"Who?" Zhang Hongying's voice instantly rose up, and Yan Fangxiang hurriedly covered her ears.

Zhang Hongying lowered her voice and asked tremblingly: "Yes, is that Yang Da Yanzi?" ”

Yan Fangxiang nodded firmly: "Yes, it's that Yang Da Yanzi......"

Zhang Hongying took a deep breath and immediately made a decision: "Good girl, let's not admit this, just treat it as if it ......didn't happen."

…

The next morning, Yan Fang started the kang, half of her clothes were worn, and Zhang Hongying forcibly took them down, and said sternly: "You are not allowed to wear this clothes again......"

Yan Fangxiang looked depressed: "Mother, but I, just a set of spring clothes, and it was burned out and replaced with this one, and I have to wear a cotton jacket if I change it again......"

Zhang Hongying immediately covered Yan Fangxiang's mouth, looked around nervously, and Yan Zheng warned: "Don't mention that person's name, what if you invite him?" My mother has clothes, and she is still half-new......"

Zhang Hongying rummaged through the cabinets and found a rose-red dress, which was Yan Erzhu's favorite dress to see Zhang Hongying wear when he was alive.

After Yan Erzhu's death, Zhang Hongying kept thinking about it, took it out and took a look, and found that there was a rat hole the size of a baby's fist in the lower abdomen.

If you want to patch it, it is located in the navel of the lower abdomen, which is too ugly; I dismantled and resewed, but I was afraid that the fabric would not be enough, but Zhang Hongying would be embarrassed.

Looking at the skirt that was almost the same color as Widow Liu, Yan Fangxiang's eyes lit up: "Mother, I try to remove the thread of Widow Liu's dress and weave it back into your dress, maybe it can be done." ”

Zhang Hongying has a question mark in her head, what her daughter said, isn't it still patched, how can you not see it?

Yan Fangxiang did what she said, held it in the house for a whole day, and at dusk, she came out wearing Zhang Hongying's clothes.

Zhang Hongying looked carefully for a long time before she could see the difference from the subtle color boundaries.

Zhang Hongying was surprised: "Sanya, it's enough to surprise my mother that you can make up a basket, when is the female celebrity so powerful?" ”

Yan Fangxiang smiled embarrassedly: "Mother, don't praise your daughter, it's embarrassing." I just think that these cotton threads are similar to the scorn and knotted rope used to weave mats, and they are interspersed horizontally and vertically, which is interesting. ”

Yan Fangxiang spread out her palm, revealing a peach blossom bracelet with red flowers and white edges, which was so vivid that people seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers, and said a little twisted: "Mother, this is a thread that has been removed, and I have braided a bracelet with white thread, you can wear it." ”

Zhang Hongying laughed and trembled: "Silly girl, how old is my mother and still wears such a fresh bracelet?" Isn't that a donkey dung egg frosty, stinky and shameless? It's better for you to wear it yourself, it's weird and good-looking. ”

Zhang Hongying couldn't help but say that she put it on her daughter's wrist, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and muttered to herself: "Your third aunt is skillful, she can embroider purses and weave yarns to make money, and her mother has specially learned it, and she can't learn it no matter how she learns." ”

In the past, when my mother said this, Yan Fangxiang would believe it. Through the last few incidents, Yan Fangxiang is sure that Wang Yuemei is kind on the surface, but calculating on the inside, she deliberately doesn't want to teach her mother, for fear of stealing business with her.

Yan Fangxiang groaned: "Mother, if you have money in the future, let's buy a specially woven embroidery thread and slowly ponder it, we should be able to earn an embroidery village like the third aunt." ”

The two were chatting, and someone outside the house shouted "Yan Erniang", Zhang Hongying hurriedly greeted her, and returned to the house after a while, bringing back a large basket of corn husks.

Yan Fangxiang is unknown.

Zhang Hongying smiled and said: "Girl, isn't your grandmother Wang not good at her legs and feet and sitting on the kang all the year round, your Aunt Wang heard that your Aunt Lin said that you can make up objects, and I want you to help make up two cushions, and my mother will help you accept it." ”

Zhang Hongying's little tsundere face, sure that her daughter would definitely make it up.

Yan Fangxiang smiled: "Okay, mother, I'll try." ”

This time, I really tried it, and it looked good.

Before lunch the next day, Yan Fangxiang wanted to send cushions to the Wang family, but as soon as she left the house, she saw Zhang Hongying running home with red eyes.

Yan Fangxiang gave the cushion to Yan Jianxun and asked him to help send it to the Wang family.